Post by T-Robosaurus Rex on Feb 3, 2009 9:49:15 GMT -5
“Sure Shot” begins blaring over the arena PA system, as the camera zooms frenetically around a rabid crowd. Fans are throwing themselves in the air, jumping up and down hysterically. The camera soon stops and focuses on the pumped looking Nicholas Vinegar and Daniel Hanson.
Vinegar: Well folks, we thank you for inviting us into your homes for the first ever episode of Sentinel! I’m here with my broadcast partner, Daniel Hanson, and we couldn’t be more excited!
Hanson: Absolutely, Nick, this is going to be HUGE! We’ve got three MASSIVE matches lined up tonight and the GIW owner himself, Declan Prescott, is going to be in action in the main event! Fantastic!
Vinegar: Co-owner.
Hanson: Whatever!
Survive by Rise Against begins blurring throughout the arena.
Vinegar: And speaking of, here comes Declan right now!
Hanson: Of course he would want to open the show. He’s put his heart and soul into this, you know? What a great man he is!
Declan Prescott, in full wrestling attire as well as a black shit reading ‘Significant Player’ in silver letters, appears on the stage. He is hand-in-hand with a stunning looking Cara Costello and is also holding a microphone. The pair confidently strut to the ring, as Brandon McSkinny races out behind them!
Hanson: What is he doing here?!
Vinegar: Brandon McSkinny has the heart of a true warrior and I know he wouldn’t be out here for no reason.
Declan and Cara enter the ring and begin gloating to the many fans, before Declan notices McSkinny scrambling through the ropes, behind them.
Declan: Woah, woah, WOAH! What the hell are YOU doing here?!
McSkinny eventually untangles himself from the bottom rope and climbs to his feet. He attempts to reach for Declan’s microphone, but the owner flicks him away.
Declan: No, you know what?! It doesn’t matter why you’re here! I don’t care and neither do these people!
The crowd cheers.
Vinegar: The fans seem to be agreeing with that sentiment.
Declan: Just stand in the corner silently, until I’m finished. I’ll deal with you later!
Declan then turns his attention towards the fans in attendance, once more.
Declan: Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for being here tonight. Without all of you this wouldn’t have been possible. Of course, by the end of the night, I promise, you’ll be thanking me. After all, it’s something rather special I’ve made here. You will be able to see Declan Prescott, The Significant Player, the greatest wrestler ALIVE TODAY, in action in front of your very eyes. In the flesh and blood. You are truly gifted people on this night.
Declan arrogantly grins, and casts a quick gaze around the arena.
Declan: And as if all that wasn’t enough, you’ll also be able to see Andy Savana completely annihilated in this very ring.
The fans begin booing loudly, as Cara whispers something into Declan’s ear. Declan grins broadly and then raises the mic to his lips once more.
Declan: Oh yeah, that’s right. Tonight, you witness the first - and last - match of Andy Savana’s Global Impact Wrestling career. I PROMISE! Now I have a match to prepare for. So I’ll bid you farewell, until then -
Becoming The Bull by Atreyu hit’s the P.A. system.
Vinegar: What the hell is this?!
Hanson: It’s The Original Badger! I don’t know why he’s out here, but I sure am glad to see him!
A disgruntled looking Robert Garland storms onto the stage and raises his arms to form an ‘X’ in usual style. Noticeably, he is holding a microphone. He makes a beeline for the ring and storms down the ramp. Garland climbs through the ropes and steps face-to-face with Declan.
Garland: Who in the hell do you think you are?!
Declan: I was just about to ask you the same thing, chumly! What in the hell makes you think you have the right to interrupt me?!
Garland: Declan, listen up -
Declan: No! No, you listen up! You see you came out here, to this ring, in this company, for the very first time in your entire life… and you ALREADY got on my bad side! Even for a guy out of Farthing Wood, that’s a bad idea.
Garland: Shut it! I entered this company with the promise of one thing - gold. And now, on the very first show, I don’t even have a match. I’m the biggest star you’ve got Declan! I thought you were serious about this federation!
Declan: You want a match, you nobody?! Fine! Skinny, you’re up.
Vinegar: WHAT?!
Hanson: McSkinny vs. Garland?!
Garland: You can’t be serious!
Declan: I’m deadly serious! You think you’re a big player? You want some respect? Earn it! Let’s get a referee out here. Ring the bell!
Vinegar: Robert Garland looks stunned here, as Cara and Declan are leaving the ring. And here comes Hazel East. The bell rings and this match is official!
Hanson: McSkinny looks pumped. He’s jumping side-to-side and working those shoulders. I can’t say I like his chances, though. Garland is a true great. Japan, America, it doesn’t matter where he is, he’s been winning matches and proving people wrong for the last six years! McSkinny hadn’t even hit puberty six years ago!
Vinegar: Don’t count the valiant Skinny out, just yet. He may not be the most impressive athlete, but no one can question his heart and his soul.
Hanson: Garland with a right hand crashing into Skinny’s jaw! He’s not wasting time!
Vinegar: And Skinny hit’s the mat and is hardly moving! He’s barely conscious! Garland flicking his wrist. He seems genuinely surprised by this!
Hanson: Ha, the guy doesn’t know his own strength! I love it! It’s just a matter of time, until Skinny is defeated now.
Vinegar: That remains to be seen. Garland pulls Skinny up by the throat AND HIT’S THE BRAIN DAMAGE! HE MAKES THEE COVER WITH A FOOT ON SKINNY’S LIFELESS CHEST!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Hanson: Garland has done it!
Vinegar: Garland just crushed McSkinny in under a minute!
Becoming The Bull hits, as Garland forms his arms in an ‘X’ fashion, to loud ‘you suck’ chants from the crowd. He casts a dirty stare throughout the arena and then makes his way up the ramp.
Vinegar: Well that was… something else…
Hanson: Garland wasn’t in the mood to waste time, Nick! You can guarantee Declan saw that match and is going to have a much closer eye on Garland in the future!
Vinegar: Our opening match, is about to take place!
Hanson: Well could you shut your mouth so I can watch it?
Vinegar: Whatever you say, Hanson. We’re about to get this one under way.
Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for 1 fall! Introducing first…
"My Way" by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers. A young man comes out, behind him another man, and a young woman. Walking in a cocky manner, the 3 come out to a moderate amount of boos.
Dennis: From the inside of a volcano, and being accompanied to the ring by Ashley and Mike 'The Spike". Weighing in at 240 lbs, Fletch!
Vinegar: It's Fletch! At only 25 years old, he is a great athlete, and has lot of potential. But his additude will get him nowhere.
Hanson: Ya ya whatever. Look at Ashley! Woo!
Vinegar: Let’s hope she doesn’t try any tricks tonight.
Hanson: Tricks? Vinny, how can you try to give such a fine young girl as Ashley a bad name!
Dennis: And his opponent....
The arena goes pitch black. Pyro suddenly goes off as "America" by Ramstein blares through the arena. A very muscular man appears from behind the curtain. Behind him, 3 also fairly large men.
Dennis: Being accompanied to the ring by Ace, Great White and Father. He hails from Munich Germany. Weighing in at 225 lbs, Savage!
Hanson: Look at this, Vinegar. 3 people in Savage's corner, 2 in Fletch's! This is gonna be nuts!
Vinegar: Well Savage and Fletch are 2 very talented young men, and I hope their company doesn't spoil the match.
Hanson: Shhh! The ref's about to start the match.
In the ring, the ref is explaining the rules to both men. Savage shoves the ref out of his way, and begins a stare down with Fletch. The 2 stare for a moment, before Fletch slaps Savage straight across the face. Savage pauses for a moment, before tackles Fletch to the ground. The ref signals for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Hanson: And this one's underway.
Vinegar: Savage continues to punch Fletch
Hanson: After that sissy slap, I can see why.
Vinegar: Referee Owen Peterson forcing Savage to get off Fletch. Fletch slowly gets up.
Hanson: Only to receive a clothesline from Savage!
Savage picks up Fletch. Savage irish whips Fletch to the rope, ducking down to flip Fletch over his back. But as Fletch bounces off the rope, he instead kicks Savage in the head.
Vinegar: Fletch needs to capatalize. And he does. DDT! He goes for the quick cover!
On... Kick out at 1!
Hanson: Did he actually think he was gonna finish Savage that easily? Nice try.
Fletch waits for Savage to get up before he begins kicking at the self proclaimed Aryan's legs.
Hanson: What are you doing Fletch? Kick at his head!
Vinegar: I believe he's weakening Savage's legs, Hanson. Remember, if Fletch locks in the Walls of Jericho on Savage, he would be more likely to tap out with weakened legs.
Hanson: Kicking his head would hurt even more.
Vinegar: Things continue with both men signalling a battle of strength.
The 2 superstars slowly raise their hands. Their hands lock, and the 2 begin to push. Fletch slowly begins to back up, foot by foot. Until Savage uses a burst of strength, and pushes Fletch into the turnbuckle. Savage runs at Fletch...
Vinegar: But Fletch moves out of the way, and Savage runs into the turnbuckle! Fletch rolls Savage up from behind!
One... Two... T...
Vinegar: Kick out by Savage at 2 1/2
Hanson: Are you kidding me? Slow count ref!
Vinegar: Savage and Fletch both get up.
Fletch goes to punch Savage, but Savage quickly blocks it, and punches Fletch with his other fist. Savage wraps his arms around Fletch, and hits a bellly to belly suplex! Savage picks Fletch up. He hits a trifecta of German suplexs!
Vinegar: Savage is going to the corner while Fletch is down. He's signalling...
Hanson: The Spear! Savage is getting ready for the spear!
Fletch slowly begins to get up. Savage is stalking his prey, ready in the corner. Fletch is standing, completely unaware what Savage has in store for him. Savage begins to charge! But...
Vinegar: Mike Spike grabs his foot, and he trips!
Hanson: What are you talking about? I didn't see anything. Liar!
Vinegar: Whatever... Savage is arguing with the Mike. He turns around.. right into an enzeguiri from Fletch.
Hanson: Ha! Good advice here would be "watch your back".
Vinegar: But Savage is down, and Fletch is dragging him to the middle of the ring. Fletch lifts Savage's legs up. He's going for the Walls of Jericho.
Hanson: And he's got it locked in. Good thing he weakened down the legs for this move like I said he would, right Vinny?
Fletch has the Walls of Jericho locked in on Savage. Savage is in severe pain, as he desperately tries to get to the ropes.
Hanson: He's an inch from the rope!
Savage can't reach the rope, and is surely about to tap out. But Father quickly pulls Savage's arm to the rope.
Vinegar: That was a cheap one. Where's the ref here, Hanson?
Hanson: Cheap one? Look Vin, it's bad Karma trying to give everyone around here a bad name.
Vinegar: The ref is telling Fletch to let go. Fletch refuses to.
1..2..3..4..
Savage uses the strength in his legs to kick Fletch away. Fletch bounces off the rope,. and runs into
Hanson: The spear! He hit the spear out of nowhere! He's goin for the cover!
One... Two... Thre...
Vinegar: Ashley breaks the cover! What's she doing in the ring?
Mike Spike enters the ring, as the does Father. The 2 teams are fighting! The ref's calling for the bell!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Vinegar: There's 7 people fighting in the ring!
Hanson: I know, it's great!
As the teams continue to fight, security comes down to the ring.
Dennis: Do to interference from both sides, the referee has ruled this match ends as a No Contest!
Vinegar: I've got a feeling that this isn't over between these 2, Hanson.
Security continues to break up the fight. As the crowd boos on, all 7 people are carried by several security guards to the back....
The crowd is wild, as the room suddenly is filled with the blare of, “Bullets with Butterfly Wings”.
Vinegar: Andy Savana, will be making his GIW debut here tonight, for all of us to see. Remember, he has no idea who his opponent will be, so this is as new to us, as is you.
Hanson: Hardly any matter in the match. If he is as good as he should be, then he will come out victorious anyways.
Savana is at the edge of the ring, and Doctor is with him. Savana’s black cap is turned backwards, and his face shows an extremely cocky grin. The crowd loves it however, and is popping like crazy.
Hanson: These people have no idea of who this guy is, so why are they so crazy?
Vinegar: Might be that last match that we viewed. Savage, and Fletch put on an amazing show, sadly, so did their followers.
Hanson: All fair in love, and war. Those guys had to bring out a victory, and they did anything they could.
Vinegar: Albeit, not morally right. In the end, there was no definite victor in that match.
Savana springboards into the ring, and lands smoothly on the mat. He cracks his neck towards the left, and that side pops, then to the right, and they pop. He licks his finger then runs it over his eyebrow. Doctor stays outside, and to the corner post.
Vinegar: Very confident, and I think that will help him in this match.
Hanson: I doubt that, and I will bet that he loses via roll up. He will probably play to the crowd, and it will cost him. Just look at what he is doing now.
Vinegar: The money maker, is all in the face with this one.
Hanson: You happen to know this guy is crazy? His current residence is in the asylum.
Vinegar: I think I will let the announcer inform me of his current residence.
Dennis: In the ring weighing 244 pounds, and from Houston, Texas, Andy SAVANA!
The crowd cheers.
Vinegar: He is from Houston, not some asylum.
Hanson: He said from, not residing.
Savana is casually leaning against the far ropes, waiting for his mystery opponent to reveal himself.
Hanson: I hope it is someone big.
“Generic ECW” plays over the speakers, as the crowd is beyond silent. Big Daddy V makes his way out, with his suspenders barely covering his nipples, and Striker right beside him. The crowd remains silent, and Savana lets out a smirk, then takes off his cap, and tosses it to the crowd.
Vinegar: Looks like you got your wish, because this guy is huge.
Hanson: Luckily I brought my bible for Savana.
Vinegar: I, however, did not bring my shovel.
Hanson: Maybe, it will be as quick as the Garland, McSkinny match from earlier today.
Vinegar: Do not make fun of that poor kid. He could have been hurt badly.
Hanson: I hope he was.
V gets in the ring, then stares down Savana, who shows no fear.
Dennis: I have no statistics on the current wrestler.
The bell rings, as Savana charges at V, who goes for a lack luster clothesline, but Savana dunks. Against the ropes, and tries for a dropkick to the back of V, who shows no pain.
Hanson: This guy is screwed.
Vinegar: V, just tried to fall back first onto Savana, who luckily, moved out of the way. A leg drop to the head of V, and Savana is back to his feet.
Hanson: V is showing no pain, and Savana’s latest clothesline attempt did not even move V back one step. Another attempt, and a clothesline will put Savana down.
Savana is on the ground holding his chest, and is picked up by V, who gives him a head butt, and Savana falls backwards into the ropes. Grasping onto the ropes, he slides under, to the outside. V stares him down from the inside, as Savana holds his chest, and regains his composure. Savana grabs a chair, but Doctor is blocking way to the ring.
Doctor: Put down the chair!
Hanson: Doctor is yelling for Savana to put down the chair. He must not want Savana to survive. A bad manager if you ask me.
Vinegar: Luckily no one asked you, so we will forget you said anything.
Savana puts the chair in the seated position, then motions for Doctor to take a seat.
Hanson: These two have no respect for each other.
Vinegar: They do, but right now, Doctor has to make sure Savana is good.
Hanson: I think Savana should know to take care of himself. Sadly, Declan hired this guy.
Savana, stares at Doctor, and they rotate positions, to where Doctor takes a seat in the chair Savana set for him, and Savana’s back is against the ring apron. He forgets about V, who grabs him by his head, and lifts him onto the apron without even trying. Savana counters with a jawbreaker, and sends his neck into the rope, which repels him backwards. Savana springboards off the top rope, and hit’s forearm to the head of V, who wobbles.
Hanson: Wow, this is quite sad to see. Savana is doing so little damage, that V is falling asleep in the middle of the match.
Vinegar: He is not sleeping. He is dazed after that strong forearm from Savana.
Hanson: Obviously not dazed enough, because Savana just tried to go for a clothesline, and got hit with a two handed choke bomb.
Peterson: 1! 2! Kick out!
Savana gets to his feet, as V charges at him, and hit’s a shoulder block to make Savana spiral to his back. V goes to splash on Savana, but Savana rolls out of the way.
Hanson: I guess he must have a reason to live, if he moved.
Vinegar: You hardly know him, so why the negative words so much?
Hanson: It is in my nature I guess.
Vinegar: Savana is stomping away at V’s head, and I think V is struggling to get to his feet, but NO, he grabs Savana’s foot, and flips him on his neck. Savana seems to be in pain, because he is rolling around holding his neck, NO, he just low blowed V out of no where with his leg. A HUGE stiff kick to the side of the head, and V is on the ground.
Hanson: Doctor is getting up, and running to the side of the ring. I think I seen him bring a needle out. This guy must do drugs.
Doctor tries to get on the apron, and poke Savana, but the referee is holding him back. Savana goes to the opposite corner, and is about to go for a Suicide Dive, but Striker pushes him off, and gives him the overdrive. Doctor jumps off the apron, and runs to the other side of the ring. V gets up, and covers Savana.
Peterson: 1! 2! …………….
Vinegar: Doctor just pulled the referee out of the ring, and hid under the apron, before the referee could see him.
Peterson looks under the apron, then suddenly passes out.
Hanson: Why the hell is the referee sleeping?
Striker is trying to wake the referee up, and is not noticing what is happening in the ring. V has forgotten about Savana, who is know to his feet. V turns, and is hit with a fire extinguisher.
Vinegar: ANOTHER HIT!!!!! V has just falling to the ground.
Hanson: Where did he get that damn extinguisher?!?
Savana comes off the top rope with the “Suicide Dive’, and covers V. The referee is out, BUT SUDDENLY!!!! Doctor emerges from the far end, and has stripes painted over his coat, and jumps in, and counts the three count. The bell rings, and Striker tries to charge them, but Savana and Doctor are already walking down the ramp with their arms held up in victory.
Vinegar: Well ladies and gentlemen, it has been a night of mystery and mayhem.
Hanson: Absolutely Nick. We had an impromptu match, the announcement of a brand new superstar to the GIW roster, a violent brawl erupting at ring side AND an invasion from ECW! I have absolutely NO IDEA what to expect next!
Vinegar: I’d suggest preparing for anything at this point.
Vinegar: Well folks, we thank you for inviting us into your homes for the first ever episode of Sentinel! I’m here with my broadcast partner, Daniel Hanson, and we couldn’t be more excited!
Hanson: Absolutely, Nick, this is going to be HUGE! We’ve got three MASSIVE matches lined up tonight and the GIW owner himself, Declan Prescott, is going to be in action in the main event! Fantastic!
Vinegar: Co-owner.
Hanson: Whatever!
Survive by Rise Against begins blurring throughout the arena.
Vinegar: And speaking of, here comes Declan right now!
Hanson: Of course he would want to open the show. He’s put his heart and soul into this, you know? What a great man he is!
Declan Prescott, in full wrestling attire as well as a black shit reading ‘Significant Player’ in silver letters, appears on the stage. He is hand-in-hand with a stunning looking Cara Costello and is also holding a microphone. The pair confidently strut to the ring, as Brandon McSkinny races out behind them!
Hanson: What is he doing here?!
Vinegar: Brandon McSkinny has the heart of a true warrior and I know he wouldn’t be out here for no reason.
Declan and Cara enter the ring and begin gloating to the many fans, before Declan notices McSkinny scrambling through the ropes, behind them.
Declan: Woah, woah, WOAH! What the hell are YOU doing here?!
McSkinny eventually untangles himself from the bottom rope and climbs to his feet. He attempts to reach for Declan’s microphone, but the owner flicks him away.
Declan: No, you know what?! It doesn’t matter why you’re here! I don’t care and neither do these people!
The crowd cheers.
Vinegar: The fans seem to be agreeing with that sentiment.
Declan: Just stand in the corner silently, until I’m finished. I’ll deal with you later!
Declan then turns his attention towards the fans in attendance, once more.
Declan: Ladies and gentlemen, I thank you for being here tonight. Without all of you this wouldn’t have been possible. Of course, by the end of the night, I promise, you’ll be thanking me. After all, it’s something rather special I’ve made here. You will be able to see Declan Prescott, The Significant Player, the greatest wrestler ALIVE TODAY, in action in front of your very eyes. In the flesh and blood. You are truly gifted people on this night.
Declan arrogantly grins, and casts a quick gaze around the arena.
Declan: And as if all that wasn’t enough, you’ll also be able to see Andy Savana completely annihilated in this very ring.
The fans begin booing loudly, as Cara whispers something into Declan’s ear. Declan grins broadly and then raises the mic to his lips once more.
Declan: Oh yeah, that’s right. Tonight, you witness the first - and last - match of Andy Savana’s Global Impact Wrestling career. I PROMISE! Now I have a match to prepare for. So I’ll bid you farewell, until then -
Becoming The Bull by Atreyu hit’s the P.A. system.
Vinegar: What the hell is this?!
Hanson: It’s The Original Badger! I don’t know why he’s out here, but I sure am glad to see him!
A disgruntled looking Robert Garland storms onto the stage and raises his arms to form an ‘X’ in usual style. Noticeably, he is holding a microphone. He makes a beeline for the ring and storms down the ramp. Garland climbs through the ropes and steps face-to-face with Declan.
Garland: Who in the hell do you think you are?!
Declan: I was just about to ask you the same thing, chumly! What in the hell makes you think you have the right to interrupt me?!
Garland: Declan, listen up -
Declan: No! No, you listen up! You see you came out here, to this ring, in this company, for the very first time in your entire life… and you ALREADY got on my bad side! Even for a guy out of Farthing Wood, that’s a bad idea.
Garland: Shut it! I entered this company with the promise of one thing - gold. And now, on the very first show, I don’t even have a match. I’m the biggest star you’ve got Declan! I thought you were serious about this federation!
Declan: You want a match, you nobody?! Fine! Skinny, you’re up.
Vinegar: WHAT?!
Hanson: McSkinny vs. Garland?!
Garland: You can’t be serious!
Declan: I’m deadly serious! You think you’re a big player? You want some respect? Earn it! Let’s get a referee out here. Ring the bell!
Vinegar: Robert Garland looks stunned here, as Cara and Declan are leaving the ring. And here comes Hazel East. The bell rings and this match is official!
Hanson: McSkinny looks pumped. He’s jumping side-to-side and working those shoulders. I can’t say I like his chances, though. Garland is a true great. Japan, America, it doesn’t matter where he is, he’s been winning matches and proving people wrong for the last six years! McSkinny hadn’t even hit puberty six years ago!
Vinegar: Don’t count the valiant Skinny out, just yet. He may not be the most impressive athlete, but no one can question his heart and his soul.
Hanson: Garland with a right hand crashing into Skinny’s jaw! He’s not wasting time!
Vinegar: And Skinny hit’s the mat and is hardly moving! He’s barely conscious! Garland flicking his wrist. He seems genuinely surprised by this!
Hanson: Ha, the guy doesn’t know his own strength! I love it! It’s just a matter of time, until Skinny is defeated now.
Vinegar: That remains to be seen. Garland pulls Skinny up by the throat AND HIT’S THE BRAIN DAMAGE! HE MAKES THEE COVER WITH A FOOT ON SKINNY’S LIFELESS CHEST!
ONE!
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TWO!
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THREE!
Hanson: Garland has done it!
Vinegar: Garland just crushed McSkinny in under a minute!
Becoming The Bull hits, as Garland forms his arms in an ‘X’ fashion, to loud ‘you suck’ chants from the crowd. He casts a dirty stare throughout the arena and then makes his way up the ramp.
Vinegar: Well that was… something else…
Hanson: Garland wasn’t in the mood to waste time, Nick! You can guarantee Declan saw that match and is going to have a much closer eye on Garland in the future!
Vinegar: Our opening match, is about to take place!
Hanson: Well could you shut your mouth so I can watch it?
Vinegar: Whatever you say, Hanson. We’re about to get this one under way.
Dennis: The following contest is scheduled for 1 fall! Introducing first…
"My Way" by Limp Bizkit hits the speakers. A young man comes out, behind him another man, and a young woman. Walking in a cocky manner, the 3 come out to a moderate amount of boos.
Dennis: From the inside of a volcano, and being accompanied to the ring by Ashley and Mike 'The Spike". Weighing in at 240 lbs, Fletch!
Vinegar: It's Fletch! At only 25 years old, he is a great athlete, and has lot of potential. But his additude will get him nowhere.
Hanson: Ya ya whatever. Look at Ashley! Woo!
Vinegar: Let’s hope she doesn’t try any tricks tonight.
Hanson: Tricks? Vinny, how can you try to give such a fine young girl as Ashley a bad name!
Dennis: And his opponent....
The arena goes pitch black. Pyro suddenly goes off as "America" by Ramstein blares through the arena. A very muscular man appears from behind the curtain. Behind him, 3 also fairly large men.
Dennis: Being accompanied to the ring by Ace, Great White and Father. He hails from Munich Germany. Weighing in at 225 lbs, Savage!
Hanson: Look at this, Vinegar. 3 people in Savage's corner, 2 in Fletch's! This is gonna be nuts!
Vinegar: Well Savage and Fletch are 2 very talented young men, and I hope their company doesn't spoil the match.
Hanson: Shhh! The ref's about to start the match.
In the ring, the ref is explaining the rules to both men. Savage shoves the ref out of his way, and begins a stare down with Fletch. The 2 stare for a moment, before Fletch slaps Savage straight across the face. Savage pauses for a moment, before tackles Fletch to the ground. The ref signals for the bell.
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Hanson: And this one's underway.
Vinegar: Savage continues to punch Fletch
Hanson: After that sissy slap, I can see why.
Vinegar: Referee Owen Peterson forcing Savage to get off Fletch. Fletch slowly gets up.
Hanson: Only to receive a clothesline from Savage!
Savage picks up Fletch. Savage irish whips Fletch to the rope, ducking down to flip Fletch over his back. But as Fletch bounces off the rope, he instead kicks Savage in the head.
Vinegar: Fletch needs to capatalize. And he does. DDT! He goes for the quick cover!
On... Kick out at 1!
Hanson: Did he actually think he was gonna finish Savage that easily? Nice try.
Fletch waits for Savage to get up before he begins kicking at the self proclaimed Aryan's legs.
Hanson: What are you doing Fletch? Kick at his head!
Vinegar: I believe he's weakening Savage's legs, Hanson. Remember, if Fletch locks in the Walls of Jericho on Savage, he would be more likely to tap out with weakened legs.
Hanson: Kicking his head would hurt even more.
Vinegar: Things continue with both men signalling a battle of strength.
The 2 superstars slowly raise their hands. Their hands lock, and the 2 begin to push. Fletch slowly begins to back up, foot by foot. Until Savage uses a burst of strength, and pushes Fletch into the turnbuckle. Savage runs at Fletch...
Vinegar: But Fletch moves out of the way, and Savage runs into the turnbuckle! Fletch rolls Savage up from behind!
One... Two... T...
Vinegar: Kick out by Savage at 2 1/2
Hanson: Are you kidding me? Slow count ref!
Vinegar: Savage and Fletch both get up.
Fletch goes to punch Savage, but Savage quickly blocks it, and punches Fletch with his other fist. Savage wraps his arms around Fletch, and hits a bellly to belly suplex! Savage picks Fletch up. He hits a trifecta of German suplexs!
Vinegar: Savage is going to the corner while Fletch is down. He's signalling...
Hanson: The Spear! Savage is getting ready for the spear!
Fletch slowly begins to get up. Savage is stalking his prey, ready in the corner. Fletch is standing, completely unaware what Savage has in store for him. Savage begins to charge! But...
Vinegar: Mike Spike grabs his foot, and he trips!
Hanson: What are you talking about? I didn't see anything. Liar!
Vinegar: Whatever... Savage is arguing with the Mike. He turns around.. right into an enzeguiri from Fletch.
Hanson: Ha! Good advice here would be "watch your back".
Vinegar: But Savage is down, and Fletch is dragging him to the middle of the ring. Fletch lifts Savage's legs up. He's going for the Walls of Jericho.
Hanson: And he's got it locked in. Good thing he weakened down the legs for this move like I said he would, right Vinny?
Fletch has the Walls of Jericho locked in on Savage. Savage is in severe pain, as he desperately tries to get to the ropes.
Hanson: He's an inch from the rope!
Savage can't reach the rope, and is surely about to tap out. But Father quickly pulls Savage's arm to the rope.
Vinegar: That was a cheap one. Where's the ref here, Hanson?
Hanson: Cheap one? Look Vin, it's bad Karma trying to give everyone around here a bad name.
Vinegar: The ref is telling Fletch to let go. Fletch refuses to.
1..2..3..4..
Savage uses the strength in his legs to kick Fletch away. Fletch bounces off the rope,. and runs into
Hanson: The spear! He hit the spear out of nowhere! He's goin for the cover!
One... Two... Thre...
Vinegar: Ashley breaks the cover! What's she doing in the ring?
Mike Spike enters the ring, as the does Father. The 2 teams are fighting! The ref's calling for the bell!
Ding! Ding! Ding!
Vinegar: There's 7 people fighting in the ring!
Hanson: I know, it's great!
As the teams continue to fight, security comes down to the ring.
Dennis: Do to interference from both sides, the referee has ruled this match ends as a No Contest!
Vinegar: I've got a feeling that this isn't over between these 2, Hanson.
Security continues to break up the fight. As the crowd boos on, all 7 people are carried by several security guards to the back....
The crowd is wild, as the room suddenly is filled with the blare of, “Bullets with Butterfly Wings”.
Vinegar: Andy Savana, will be making his GIW debut here tonight, for all of us to see. Remember, he has no idea who his opponent will be, so this is as new to us, as is you.
Hanson: Hardly any matter in the match. If he is as good as he should be, then he will come out victorious anyways.
Savana is at the edge of the ring, and Doctor is with him. Savana’s black cap is turned backwards, and his face shows an extremely cocky grin. The crowd loves it however, and is popping like crazy.
Hanson: These people have no idea of who this guy is, so why are they so crazy?
Vinegar: Might be that last match that we viewed. Savage, and Fletch put on an amazing show, sadly, so did their followers.
Hanson: All fair in love, and war. Those guys had to bring out a victory, and they did anything they could.
Vinegar: Albeit, not morally right. In the end, there was no definite victor in that match.
Savana springboards into the ring, and lands smoothly on the mat. He cracks his neck towards the left, and that side pops, then to the right, and they pop. He licks his finger then runs it over his eyebrow. Doctor stays outside, and to the corner post.
Vinegar: Very confident, and I think that will help him in this match.
Hanson: I doubt that, and I will bet that he loses via roll up. He will probably play to the crowd, and it will cost him. Just look at what he is doing now.
Vinegar: The money maker, is all in the face with this one.
Hanson: You happen to know this guy is crazy? His current residence is in the asylum.
Vinegar: I think I will let the announcer inform me of his current residence.
Dennis: In the ring weighing 244 pounds, and from Houston, Texas, Andy SAVANA!
The crowd cheers.
Vinegar: He is from Houston, not some asylum.
Hanson: He said from, not residing.
Savana is casually leaning against the far ropes, waiting for his mystery opponent to reveal himself.
Hanson: I hope it is someone big.
“Generic ECW” plays over the speakers, as the crowd is beyond silent. Big Daddy V makes his way out, with his suspenders barely covering his nipples, and Striker right beside him. The crowd remains silent, and Savana lets out a smirk, then takes off his cap, and tosses it to the crowd.
Vinegar: Looks like you got your wish, because this guy is huge.
Hanson: Luckily I brought my bible for Savana.
Vinegar: I, however, did not bring my shovel.
Hanson: Maybe, it will be as quick as the Garland, McSkinny match from earlier today.
Vinegar: Do not make fun of that poor kid. He could have been hurt badly.
Hanson: I hope he was.
V gets in the ring, then stares down Savana, who shows no fear.
Dennis: I have no statistics on the current wrestler.
The bell rings, as Savana charges at V, who goes for a lack luster clothesline, but Savana dunks. Against the ropes, and tries for a dropkick to the back of V, who shows no pain.
Hanson: This guy is screwed.
Vinegar: V, just tried to fall back first onto Savana, who luckily, moved out of the way. A leg drop to the head of V, and Savana is back to his feet.
Hanson: V is showing no pain, and Savana’s latest clothesline attempt did not even move V back one step. Another attempt, and a clothesline will put Savana down.
Savana is on the ground holding his chest, and is picked up by V, who gives him a head butt, and Savana falls backwards into the ropes. Grasping onto the ropes, he slides under, to the outside. V stares him down from the inside, as Savana holds his chest, and regains his composure. Savana grabs a chair, but Doctor is blocking way to the ring.
Doctor: Put down the chair!
Hanson: Doctor is yelling for Savana to put down the chair. He must not want Savana to survive. A bad manager if you ask me.
Vinegar: Luckily no one asked you, so we will forget you said anything.
Savana puts the chair in the seated position, then motions for Doctor to take a seat.
Hanson: These two have no respect for each other.
Vinegar: They do, but right now, Doctor has to make sure Savana is good.
Hanson: I think Savana should know to take care of himself. Sadly, Declan hired this guy.
Savana, stares at Doctor, and they rotate positions, to where Doctor takes a seat in the chair Savana set for him, and Savana’s back is against the ring apron. He forgets about V, who grabs him by his head, and lifts him onto the apron without even trying. Savana counters with a jawbreaker, and sends his neck into the rope, which repels him backwards. Savana springboards off the top rope, and hit’s forearm to the head of V, who wobbles.
Hanson: Wow, this is quite sad to see. Savana is doing so little damage, that V is falling asleep in the middle of the match.
Vinegar: He is not sleeping. He is dazed after that strong forearm from Savana.
Hanson: Obviously not dazed enough, because Savana just tried to go for a clothesline, and got hit with a two handed choke bomb.
Peterson: 1! 2! Kick out!
Savana gets to his feet, as V charges at him, and hit’s a shoulder block to make Savana spiral to his back. V goes to splash on Savana, but Savana rolls out of the way.
Hanson: I guess he must have a reason to live, if he moved.
Vinegar: You hardly know him, so why the negative words so much?
Hanson: It is in my nature I guess.
Vinegar: Savana is stomping away at V’s head, and I think V is struggling to get to his feet, but NO, he grabs Savana’s foot, and flips him on his neck. Savana seems to be in pain, because he is rolling around holding his neck, NO, he just low blowed V out of no where with his leg. A HUGE stiff kick to the side of the head, and V is on the ground.
Hanson: Doctor is getting up, and running to the side of the ring. I think I seen him bring a needle out. This guy must do drugs.
Doctor tries to get on the apron, and poke Savana, but the referee is holding him back. Savana goes to the opposite corner, and is about to go for a Suicide Dive, but Striker pushes him off, and gives him the overdrive. Doctor jumps off the apron, and runs to the other side of the ring. V gets up, and covers Savana.
Peterson: 1! 2! …………….
Vinegar: Doctor just pulled the referee out of the ring, and hid under the apron, before the referee could see him.
Peterson looks under the apron, then suddenly passes out.
Hanson: Why the hell is the referee sleeping?
Striker is trying to wake the referee up, and is not noticing what is happening in the ring. V has forgotten about Savana, who is know to his feet. V turns, and is hit with a fire extinguisher.
Vinegar: ANOTHER HIT!!!!! V has just falling to the ground.
Hanson: Where did he get that damn extinguisher?!?
Savana comes off the top rope with the “Suicide Dive’, and covers V. The referee is out, BUT SUDDENLY!!!! Doctor emerges from the far end, and has stripes painted over his coat, and jumps in, and counts the three count. The bell rings, and Striker tries to charge them, but Savana and Doctor are already walking down the ramp with their arms held up in victory.
Vinegar: Well ladies and gentlemen, it has been a night of mystery and mayhem.
Hanson: Absolutely Nick. We had an impromptu match, the announcement of a brand new superstar to the GIW roster, a violent brawl erupting at ring side AND an invasion from ECW! I have absolutely NO IDEA what to expect next!
Vinegar: I’d suggest preparing for anything at this point.
